When Carl eventually climbed the stairs to bed, Sarah had retired and the lights in the bedroom were out. He undressed in the en-suite bathroom and slipped quietly into bed beside her.
The next morning, when Carl woke, Sarah had surfaced before him, as usual. He lay there for a few minutes, savouring the memories of last night.
Then the same thought crossed his mind again. She wasn't serious was she?
He rose, showered, dressed, and headed downstairs.
"Should he ask her if she meant to invite Matt on Saturday?" he thought.
He just couldn't decide. If he did ask her and it was just a role play fantasy, he'd look incredibly stupid. The reality of talking about a fantasy, outside of the actual fantasy itself, may just kill the whole scenario! That's the last thing Carl wanted! He was having the time of his life and didn't want to do anything to bugger it up.
As he reached the bottom of the stairs Sarah was walking along the hall towards the front door and was readying to leave.
"Morning honey," She said.
"Your off early" Carl replied.
"Yes, I have an early morning Zoom meeting with the new Vietnamese clients.
"Ah Ok."
"See you tonight honey." Giving him a peck on the cheek, she turned and left.
"Fuck." Carl thought.
He should have come down early and asked her about it. He decided he'd put it out of his mind for the time being and didn't think any more about it. After a quick breakfast, he also left for the office.
The next few days passed quite uneventfully. Work, as normal, dominated the week. Carl worked late a few nights and Sarah left early in the mornings so he couldn't find the right time to talk to her about the impending Saturday night.
He was so afraid of looking foolish to his wife for having to ask if it was just a fantasy. They'd played out fantasies many times over the years, and that's all they ever were, fantasies. If she was serious, surely she would have enquired about Matts's acceptance of the invitation by now. Sarah was a very organised type of person and always liked to know what was happening ahead of time, and when.
It was Thursday night and Carl worked late again as usual. He didn't get home until around nine o'clock and could smell the dinner from the hallway. He went straight to the kitchen and Sarah was just pulling something out of the oven.
"Hi, honey," Carl said.
"You're Just in time." She replied.
"Oh great, I'm starving."
"It's only a ready meal I'm afraid. I just haven't had time to go to the mall or cook anything. I finished work and called into the local shops on the way home just to get a couple of dishes from the frozen counter."
"We've absolutely nothing in the fridge."
"That's absolutely fine darling. I should have gone myself."
They'd always shared the cooking and the shopping evenly, although she was a much better cook than Carl. They sat at the table eating and talking about their day. Sarah had closed a sale she'd been working on for a few months and was very upbeat. After a few glasses of wine, they decided to skip any TV and go straight to bed. Carl went up first while Sarah popped the plates into the dishwasher.
Carl entered the bedroom and noticed a dress bag hanging from the pelmet of the wardrobe. He almost walked past it, heading for the bathroom room, and then stopped in his tracks. He took a step backwards to the wardrobe and looked at the bag. It was a Givenchy dress bag, an expensive designer label, he knew that much.
Sarah had her own money, that wasn't the issue. He reached up and unzipped the bag. Inside was a beautiful cobalt blue cocktail dress with a diamanté edged neckline, cut low at the front. Carl was certainly no fashion expert where woman's clothing was concerned, but even he could see it was a stunningly beautiful and very sexy dress.
He'd bought her a designer dress a couple of years ago on a mad shopping spree one day in central London. He'd paid over a grand for that one, and he knew enough to see this was a similar type of dress.
He heard Sarah's footsteps coming up the stairs in the distance, so quickly, he pulled up the zip of the dress bag and headed to the bathroom, closing the door behind him.
"Oh fuck!" He thought. His mind was racing too quickly to be in full control of his thoughts. Carl realised Sarah must have been serious about inviting Matt over!
"What the fuck was he going to do now?" he thought.
He turned on the shower to give himself more time to think and a reason to be locked in the bathroom. They had another bathroom just outside the master bedroom and Sarah used it most of the time anyway. He knew when she heard the shower, she would just use the other bathroom. He stripped and jumped into the shower, all the time thinking of what an idiot he was. He felt so stupid.
Then he began to think about Saturday itself and what might happen. What did his wife want to happen on Saturday night? Did she want to seduce Matt in front of him, to make love to him? Did this involve him participating?.
Carl's mind was running riot. What had he gotten himself into? Could he watch her do this?
Suddenly Carl became conscious of a sensation between his legs and looked down to see his cock almost fully erect. What was going on, he was terrified and horny at the same time!
He would talk with her now before it's too late, he decided.
But what was he going to say?
"Oh! by the way, I haven't invited Matt on Saturday because I thought you were joking, or I'm not happy about you fucking another guy in front of me! Oh god!" he thought.
Was she doing this for him? Did she think this was what he wanted?
He was just becoming even more confused now with every passing thought, but his cock wasn't. It was fully erect now and he couldn't help but place his hand around it in the stream of the hot water from the shower.
"Maybe I'm imagining all this. Maybe the dress was just a want. She'd seen it, she wanted it, so she bought it! It's possible" he thought.
He eventually decided he'd have to tread a very difficult path and try to get her to confirm if it was happening without alerting her. How was he going to do that? He had to be careful. He knew he couldn't ask her outright or she'd know straight away he hadn't invited Matt and hadn't taken her seriously.
He started thinking about the blow job she'd given him and how controlling of the whole situation she'd been that day. These thoughts only served to further increase his state of excitement and turn him on even more as he stroked his cock faster.
It wasn't long before Carl reached his orgasm, shooting ribbons of his cum into the steaming water jets of the shower. He steadied himself on the wall as he came, suddenly feeling a little dizzy as his orgasm began to diminish. His head cleared quickly and he finished the showered and got out. He dried and sat down on the toilet lid for a minute to collect his thoughts. He never normally played with himself like that and he couldn't comprehend why he was getting so aroused by the whole situation.
He thought more about the corundom he was in and felt the most likely scenario was Sarah was going to be getting an enormous kick out of having her fantasy boyfriend over for dinner. He calmed a little more with the thought that it was just an extension of their fantasies.
He finished drying and exited the bathroom. The lights in the bedroom were out now and Sarah was already in bed. He walked towards the bed and noticed that the dress bag was gone. She'd most likely put it away in the wardrobe, he thought.
He slipped quietly into bed beside her. She was lying on her side but facing away from him and he inched across to her, placing his hand on her hip. She didn't move or respond at all and was already fast asleep. He'd taken too long in the shower.
"Fuck...Should I wake her?" He thought. No, he couldn't. How would that work? What would he say anyway?
He would speak with her in the morning. Carl lay there for ages trying to think if I'd missed a clear signal somewhere along the line and how he could approach the subject without alerting Sarah.
He woke to find Sarah had, as usual, been up before him. He looked at his watch.
"Fuck!"
He'd overslept. It was 8.40 am. He leapt out of bed, threw on his dressing-gown, and ran down the stairs. He slowed at the bottom, not wanting to look like he was rushing.
He entered the kitchen but Sarah wasn't there. He look across at the table and propped against a glass, was a note.
"Shit." He'd missed her.
He walked across and picked up the note.
"Morning honey" it read.
"There's some bacon and eggs in the fridge. I'm home late tonight. Don't cook for me I'll grab something before I get home.
Love you x"
He was so fucked now!
What the hell was he going to do now.
He'd call Sarah or message her. No. and say what! That wouldn't work. He'd need to see the reaction on her face.
He couldn't think straight.
Carl was used to working well under pressure and knew he had to focus, slow down and structure his thought process. He sat down at the kitchen table and rationalised his thoughts.
"D&D, Deal with & decide." He thought.
He laid out his option in his mind.
Problem one. Does he invite Matt to dinner?
Worst case.
If he's read too much into this, we'll have a meal. He will thank us and go home. Sarah will be a little shocked he'd taken it so literally, but the surprise will surely mean he'd have some amazing sex with the fantasy role play.
He'd just laugh it off and tell her, he'd thought it would be funny to invite him.
Best case.
Sarah is expecting it. She'll flirt with another man all night. She'll get incredibly horny. We'll have some great role play sex afterwards!
"Win-Win". He thought.
Problem two. Don't invite Matt.
Worst case.
